Nauti Deceptions

Pulling back, he paused, his tongue lashing at her nipple before he heaved inside her, pushing deeper, stretching her farther.

Rogue felt the fingers of her free hand latch onto the side of the seat, nails digging into the leather as she wrapped her legs around his back and lifted closer. She wanted all of him inside her. She wanted to hold him there for eternity and never know a moment that he didn’t fill her.

She wanted him just like this, out of control, surging inside her hard and fast, his breath as broken and choppy as her own. It was different than it had been last night. This time, it was stronger, the passion and the hunger ran deeper, more imperative than it had that first time.

It was what she needed. What she wanted. Rougher, harder, a man taking his woman.

Making her his.

“Hold on to me,” he snarled, lifting his head from her breast, his brown eyes glittering with desperate, raging hunger before his head lowered to the other nipple. “Hold me, Rogue.”

His lips covered the tight peak, sucked it in, sending pulses of ecstatic pleasure racing from her nipple to her clit and beyond. Flames were burning across her flesh; her chest was tight, not just with the pleasure, but with something that went much deeper, that tied her emotions into knots and assured her there was no escaping this need for a man that seemed to almost regret his hunger for her.

“Hold me, Rogue.” It was an order, it wasn’t a request.

Hold him. She needed to hold him. He released her wrist as she loosened her fingers from the seat. Both arms wrapped around him as he slid one hand beneath her rear, his fingers tucking into the cleft there to find the ultrasensitive little portal they hid.

Rogue was flying on sensation. Breath suspended, every muscle tight, clenching in pleasure as he began to fuck her with deep, hard strokes.

His fingers caressed her rear entrance. He drew the moisture from her pussy back, rubbed against the sensitive opening, and sent her senses spinning.

His hips moved faster, harder. His fingers caressed, pressed, eased the nerve endings at her rear, and then pressed inside her, opening her, stretching her as she felt the world explode and dissolve around her.

The orgasm, when it hit, was like a cataclysm. It raced through her, shattered her with sensation and then with emotion as he cried her name, buried his face in her neck, and began to ejaculate, hot and fierce inside the tight grip of her body.

She felt him, the pulse and throb of his erection, the wet heat of his release, and the fierce kiss he laid at the bend of her shoulder.

She felt him holding her, felt him surrounding her, his arms tight, his muscles clenched, his erection jerking inside her.

He had lost control. She sensed it, she felt it. His dominant, possessive touch, the muted groan of her name, the violent tension that radiated through his body as he spilled his release. It hadn’t been like that the first time. It hadn’t been wild and untamed, it had been focused and controlled.

Rogue decided she was going to have to see about breaking his control a little more often.

Zeke pulled the truck into the parking lot at the back of the bar and cut the ignition silently. He was aware of Rogue watching him, the frown at her brow and the tension that had been steadily rising between them since he had fixed their clothes earlier and left the lake.

He’d taken her there to talk, not to fuck. But she was like a drug; once he touched her, he had to have more. The more he had, the more he wanted. It was a vicious cycle that threatened to destroy his mind.

“Do you want to tell me why you’re acting like a jackass, Zeke?” she finally asked curiously. “Or do I have to start guessing?”

He almost smiled. Damn her, she wasn’t supposed to make him laugh.

“What would you guess?” He looked over at her, realizing he was genuinely curious as to what her answer would be.

Fiery, mussed ringlets of hair fell over her shoulder as her violet eyes went over him slowly. She was silent, thoughtful for long moments.

“A lousy marriage would be too easy.” She finally sighed. “You’re mysterious, secretive. I’m betting even your wife didn’t know the real you.”

He shouldn’t have been surprised by her insight.

“She didn’t want to know the real me,” he finally said wryly. “Women want the fantasy, Rogue. It’s what my wife wanted, it’s what my lovers have wanted.”

“If you say it’s what I want, then I might have to hit you, Zeke.” Her eyes narrowed on him. “I didn’t wait five years to lose my virginity to you so you could give me some kind of song and dance about how you can’t be whatever the hell it is you think I want.

So save it.”

“Why did you wait five years to lose your virginity to me?” He’d kept that question silent, but now, Zeke found, he needed the answer to it. “You could have any lover you wanted, Rogue. Why wait?”

“Because I’m a fool?” She stared back at him, her eyes flashing with a glimmer of anger.

“Why did you wait five years to take my virginity, Zeke?”

“Hell, there’s a question.” He gave his head a quick jerk. “Because I knew you were trouble the first second I set eyes on you. All prim and proper in your schoolteacher clothes, your pretty lips unsmiling, but those eyes.” He chuckled. “You snuck a peek at my crotch right there in the middle of that damned town hall meeting.”

She didn’t deny it. “You have some fine- looking goods, Sheriff.” She laughed. “But it doesn’t answer my question.”

“Just as you didn’t answer mine,” he pointed out.

She shrugged at that as she turned her head away for long moments. “Call it instinct,”

she finally said, turning back to look at him. “I knew you could satisfy me. Your turn.”

Oh, there was more. She thought she was in love with him. Zeke could see it in her eyes.

He wondered how long it would take her to realize that love was no more than a carefully contrived deception.

But she wanted answers, and they were answers he knew would hurt her.

“You’re temptation,” he finally answered her. “Young, wild, sweet. Every dirty old man’s fantasy.”

She seemed to flinch. “Oh, so I’m your midlife crisis? I wonder what that makes Janey to Alex. You are so full of crap, Zeke.”

He snorted at that. “Alex doesn’t come with the same baggage I come with, Rogue,” he told her, shaking his head. “You’re young, and you’re innocent.”

“And you want to tie me down and fuck my ass until I’m screaming for mercy,” she drawled. “You want me blindfolded, spanked, and insane from wanting you. You want to get nasty with me, Sheriff, and you’re terrified of losing all that perfect control of yours.”

He snapped his teeth together, his hands clenched the steering wheel, and he fought to keep the vision of those acts out of his head. If he didn’t think about them, they wouldn’t torment him nearly as much.

She leaned closer. “You want to get rough and wild with me, Zeke. So bad it’s like a hunger.”

“Are you finished yet?” He kept his expression hard, unemotional. He’d managed to keep his control for years now, he wasn’t going to let go now.

She stared back at him for long moments before something resembling resignation flashed in her eyes. “Yes, I’m finished now,” she finally said. “Don’t bother seeing me upstairs. I know the way.” She reached for the door handle.

“Rogue. I didn’t take you out to fuck you tonight. I need to talk to you.”

“We’ve been talking.” Her eyes were filled with shadows now, with pain. “What more is there to say?”

“This investigation into the twins’ deaths, and their grandmother’s,” he stated. “I called Lisa this evening and convinced her to go stay with her aunt in Louisville. I want you to leave town for a while as well. Until I figure out what the hell is going on. Until it’s safe.”

She was still, silent. Zeke stared back at her, watching as what he said sank into that quick little mind of hers.

“You think someone is killing Walkers?” she asked.

“I think Joe and Jaime were messing with the wrong girl,” he told her. “I believe their grandmother was killed because she might have known who that girl was. Joe and Jaime kept her a secret for the most part, but Grandmother Walker thought she might have known who the girl was. She told Lisa she was trying to contact me to tell me who it was, but she died before she could get ahold of me. You and Lisa were close to the twins. Someone could be afraid you might remember who the girl was as well.”

Someone could kill her. Zeke hadn’t forgotten what it felt like six months ago, staring down at her unconscious form in a hospital bed after she had been attacked over something someone was afraid she knew. He couldn’t imagine it happening again, or worse, finding her dead.

“So you want me to leave town for my own good?” she questioned him carefully.

“Go home to Boston,” he told her. “You weren’t meant to put up with the bullshit you’ve put up with here. See what it feels like to be Caitlyn Walker again rather than the rebel Rogue. I have a feeling you might like it more than you think you will.”

“So, you think I should just walk away? Just forget about my home, my bar, and my friends?”

“You’re home is a trashy little apartment over a bar full of thieves and drunks,” he ground out between clenched teeth. “Your friends consist of Janey Mackay and her family, and it took you years to let down your guard enough to accept them as friends.”

“What about you?” she whispered. “We were friends once.”

“We were never friends, Rogue,” he snapped. “I was the one man that didn’t stand up and beg for a treat whenever you were near. I was a challenge. Now we’ve both had our fun, it’s time to face reality. You’re in danger here. Fucking go home before it’s too late to realize where you belong and you’re dead.”

Rogue stared back at him for long, silent moments. No tears filled her eyes, no pain creased her face. Bitterness flashed in her violet gaze though as she seemed to straighten her shoulders and stared back at him relentlessly.

“Wow, quite a little speech,” she said softly. “And here I thought all that ‘you’re mine’

crap you were spouting the other night actually meant something.” Her smile was filled with mocking bitterness. “Oh well, my bad for believing in it, huh?” She gripped the door handle and opened the door slowly. “Go to hell, Sheriff Mayes.”

She jumped out of the truck before he could reach out and grab her. The door slammed closed, and she crossed the short distance to the back door, unlocked it, and disappeared. Zeke sat staring at it as he rubbed at his chest, wondering at the deep, painful ache he could feel there.

He inhaled, clenched his teeth, then started the truck and backed out.

He’d taken her without a condom. He’d claimed her, despite his own best intentions.

He’d so fucked this up he didn’t know which way to turn at the moment. He knew he had to get her out of town. He had to get her away from the danger that could be stalking her, even now. He couldn’t risk a repeat of the past. His soul couldn’t handle it again.

Shaking his head, he drew his cell phone from his hip, flipped it open, and punched in the speed dial he had set earlier that day.

He waited and when a deep male voice answered the call he said, “Cal, it’s time to do something. You need to get your daughter home.”

Calvin Walker was silent for long moments. “Why?” he finally asked.

“Because, if you don’t, she could end up dead.”

FIFTEEN

The ringing of the telephone brought Rogue out of arestless sleep. Her eyes cracked open as she glared at the shades on the window. It had to be too early for her to be awake. There was barely any light between the cracks of the shades. ns class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">